"Didn't put it in his mouth," Jim said.

"Sometimes they don't," Kate said. "Usually it's because they don't want to mess up their faces."

"John probably didn't want to mess up his hair," said Jim. Kate looked at him. "Sorry. Cop humor."

She pointed. "He left a note."

"I see it." It stuck out of the old typewriter like a banner. Jim bent over to read it. " 'I killed Dina Willner. I'm too old to go to jail.' "

"Wait a minute." Kate stepped up to peer around him. "That's it? What the hell kind of suicide note is that? He doesn't say why?"

"He doesn't even say how." Jim stood up. "So, okay. This totally sucks."

In Kate's opinion, it could not have been better put, even if it would have sounded more appropriate coming out of Johnny's mouth.

Rigor was well established and Letourneau was difficult to move. Getting him into the back of Dandy's truck was bad enough, but Jim thought he was going to have to break one of Letourneau's legs to get the body into the Cessna. He was inexpressibly relieved when he didn't.

After forming an honor guard escort to the airport, Dandy and Scottie had peeled off to the Roadhouse, where, in spite of sworn promises to the contrary, he knew they were fast spreading the word. "I'll fly him into Ahtna," Jim said to Kate. "Get the body off to the lab."

"Do you doubt that it was suicide?"

Jim shook his head. "I doubt big time that he killed Dina Willner and assaulted Ruthe Bauman. I don't doubt that he killed himself." He thought about it. "Was he sick, do you know?"

"What, you mean like crazy?" Kate snorted. "Like a fox. John Letourneau was one of the saner men I've ever met."

"I don't mean like crazy, I mean like cancer, something like that."

"Not that I know of."

"Was he broke?"

"Not that I know of. Park rats say John's got the first dime he ever made."

Jim shook his head. "Then I don't get it. What makes a man confess to a murder he didn't commit and then kill himself?"

There was a short silence. "He wanted us to stop looking," Kate said slowly.

"Bingo. I'm really thinking Riley didn't do it now, Kate. But I'm going to need a shitload of proof, and I'm going to need it fast."

Kate turned to him. "From the state of the rigor, I'd say he did it not very long after we left."

"Less than an hour would be my guess," Jim said.

Kate nodded. "Me, too. What did we say to trigger this?"

He said quickly, "It doesn't have to be us. He could have made up his mind to do it before we got there. We could have held him up."

She flapped an irritated hand. "Calm down. I don't feel responsible." He looked at her. "I don't, Jim," she said in a quiet voice, her eyes meeting his without reservation.